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Poor little Thanksgiving often gets overshadowed by the glitter and excitement of Christmas. But let’s pause and give it the love it deserves. For my family, Thanksgiving was always a big deal—especially for my dad. It was his favorite holiday. And my mom, who will readily tell you she’s not the best cook in the world, somehow makes the best Thanksgiving meal. Her turkey slow-cooked in a roaster on the stove, and her stuffing? Out of this world. But times change. My dad is no

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A lot of people have stopped sending Christmas cards, but I still love to send them—and I absolutely love to receive them. I save every one. Over the years, they’ve become a sentimental archive: snapshots of growing children, evolving families, and friendships that have stood the test of time. Each card is a little hello from someone I love, and every December, I find myself flipping through past years, smiling at the memories. This is the time of year when I start gathering

As Thanksgiving draws near, many of us instinctively begin to reflect. Some hearts are full—overflowing with joy, milestones, and moments worth celebrating. But others may be quietly aching, wondering what there is to be thankful for after a year that felt more like survival than celebration. Here’s the truth: gratitude doesn’t always come wrapped in grand gestures or perfect outcomes. Sometimes, it’s tucked into the smallest, most ordinary moments—the ones we used to overloo

There are 46 days until Christmas, and already the great decorating debate has begun. My friends and fabulously festive co-workers, Alexis Raye and Heather, say it’s never too early. Their Christmas trees have been up for a week, and I must admit—they look lovely. Their sparkle has nudged me into a celebratory mood. But I’ve always subscribed to the idea that Thanksgiving deserves its moment. The turkey, the gratitude, the chaos of mismatched Tupperware lids. Only when the pl

One of the things I love most about where I work is the age gap. When I first joined the office—20 years ago this past September—I didn’t even notice it. Back then, I was considered the baby of the group. And somehow, it felt like we were all the same age. We celebrated baby showers, wedding showers, and eventually, retirement parties. It wasn’t until later that I realized: in my 30s, I had friends in their early 20s and friends nearing retirement. Now, in my 50s, that beauti

I’ve said good-bye to my daughter as she stepped into her college journey, her eyes bright with promise while mine brimmed with tears and quiet ache. I’ve held my father’s hand as he took his final breath, whispering love into the silence. I’ve waved to friends and colleagues as they retired, relocated, or simply drifted into new chapters. Each farewell has left its own distinct imprint—some etched in sorrow, others in deep gratitude. And yet, I’ve begun to wonder: is there a

I was a single parent for decades. After a troubling divorce from a man who washed his hands of his family, I found myself raising my daughter alone. But we were not to be pitied. I embraced single motherhood with open arms and a full heart. Her childhood would be fleeting, and I knew it—so I chose to be present. Fully. Fiercely. I soaked up every moment I could, building a life that was rich in love, laughter, and resilience. Sure, I might have gone on a date here or there,

When my dad was alive, Sundays had a soundtrack: his laughter echoing through the house as he chatted with his brothers. I'd stop by my parents' place and there he’d be—on the phone, cracking up at some joke or story. His laughter was so contagious, I’d find myself laughing too, even without knowing why. After he hung up, he’d always share the best joke of the call and any family updates. It was a ritual—simple, jo yful, grounding. I’ve missed that sound more than I can sa

Where Do You Spend Most of Your Time? If you're like me, it's the workplace. And I’ve been incredibly fortunate to find what I lovingly call my mothership. For the past 20 years, I’ve worked in the same place, surrounded by a group of women who started as coworkers and evolved into chosen sisters. I’ve always been nerdy, goofy, and loud—and this place embraced all of it. The women I work with are some of the most intelligent, confident, and hilarious people I’ve ever known. T